How glad the many millions of Annabells and Miriams
Would be to capture me
But you had such persistence,
you wore down my resistance
I fell, and it was swell

I'm your big and brave and handsome Romeo
How I won you, I shall never, never know

It's not that you're attractive
but, oh, my heart grew active
When you came into view

I've got a [bad word] on you, sweetie pie
All the day and night-time,
hear me sigh
I never had the least notion
That I could fall with so much emotion

Could you coo?
Could you care
For a cunning cottage that we could share?
The world will pardon my mush
'Cause I've got a [bad word]  my baby, on you